Empty pages hold
an ethereal daydream.
Its harvest draws near.
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Prologue - The Scourge
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There should never have been dragons in the Sacred Valley. Those cursed dragons swayed in the calm night wind, swooping and twirling as the sun disappeared beyond the mountains and the twin moons rose over Lurra. May Auras doom you in the afterlife! May you find no salvation there. Their quiet monastery had long been protected from the dragons and horses, swords and spears which descended upon them, destroying his tranquil home with their war.
By Matthew J. FrommExclusive • 2 years ago
Comments (11)
Wow!
That's pretty deep! Well done! 🥇👻
Very nice!
I'm not usually a haiku person, but this smashed it out of the park. Well done.
This was very hopeful and reassuring! Beautiful Haiku!
Nice work!!!
Okay... WOW! Just WoW! Well done! Now subscribed!
Ooh, fantastic use of the singular article "its" to bring that last line home! So much imagery here; a truly beautiful haiku.
Great job ♥️📝✌️😉
Loved this!
great haiku